the germies attack

my brains have been replaced with soggy cotton balls. the symptoms themselves are not that bad yet, but i feel the little buggers attacking every cell in my body. i have the fear that i’ll look back on feeling this way in a day or two and wish i still did.

i have to go to work, no choice in that matter. if they didn’t want me bringing germies to work, why, they’d pay me sick leave, would they not? they would. but they don’t.

but i’m going to get a big bottle of zinc-enriched orange juice on the way in and fight this thing. maybe i won’t get that sick. i don’t have time to be sick.

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